Chapter 317

"Poof!"

The blood splashed and dyed half of the sky red. The dying Baizi painting was stunned when he looked at the purple immortal who fell in front of him.

The blood from his mouth dyed Baizi's snow-white clothes red, and his fallen body was held in his arms.

"Zi Hua, I won't let anyone kill you."

Pale face, sad face, even if it is an immortal, the chest is pierced by a sword, and the vitality is gradually dissipating.

"Kekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekeke"

With blood in her mouth, Zixun can feel her vitality disappearing, but dying in the arms of Baizi painting is the best ending.

"Don't say more."

Regardless of the internal injury, mana poured into Zixun's body. Although he knew it was useless, Baizi painting ignored it.

"Cough, it's useless. Zihua, I'm very satisfied that I can go in your arms."

The injury was getting worse and worse. His clothes were stained with blood and kept falling.

"Zihua, can I finally touch your face?"

Stretched out his jade hand, Zixun slowly lifted it up and touched Baizi's face.

"I... want to... Never... Ever... Remember................"

In his mouth, he cherished the words of deep love, and his outstretched jade hand didn't touch the face painted by Bai Zi after all.

The vitality is cut off, the jade hand falls powerlessly, the deep feeling in the eyes is completely extinguished and belongs to dead silence.

"Close."

Chen Xiaoming, who has been silently waiting for this moment, directly waved and pocketed Bu Yuanding suspended in the air.

"Baizi painting, the outcome has been divided. You have lost!"

Looking at the purple fragrance of death, Chen Xiaoming is calm and has life and death. He is not a murderer, but he is by no means a softhearted person.

"Whew, whew, whew..."

Baizi painting holds the dead Zixun in his arms and is silent, while Mo Yan, Xiao Shengmo and others below can't sit still.

Several figures rushed up directly and surrounded Chen Xiaoming in the middle.

"Zihua, cheer up. The top priority now is to work together to kill this demon."

The war situation changed so fast that people didn't react. Zixun Shangxian was already dead.

However, in this way, people can't tolerate Chen Xiaoming to exist like this.

The strong at the immortal level are not their opponents. The world is already invincible.

People can allow the existence of the five immortals, but they can't allow the existence of an invincible strong man.

"Hahaha, devil?"

Hearing Mo Yan's words, Chen Xiaoming laughed again. Are some people still stubborn until now?

For the so-called long stay first, it is plain and dirty. Now, because of the terror of Chen Xiaoming's strength, he wants to attack it.

"Mo Yan, today's life and death all start from you. If I were you, I would have made atonement with death."

His eyes gradually became cold. Mo Yan, such a rigid and stubborn person, was stubborn.

"Nonsense, the devil can't provoke us with words. Everyone, if you don't get rid of the devil today, it will be a disaster in the future!"

Mo Yan shouted loudly with bright eyes, persuading many leaders.

For a moment, Ni Qianzhang and others looked at each other, all ready to move.

This person is too threatening to be eliminated today. Once the other party removes the five immortals, who else is his opponent in the world.

"Hum, it seems that they are all a group of people looking for death."

With a cold drink, Chen Xiaoming swept his eyes from the crowd, asking neither right nor wrong, nor good or bad.

Chen Xiaoming can't spare these people just because they want to do it for themselves.

It's just that I have to go in the future. It's not safe to leave Huaqian bone alone. Let's shovel it for her in advance.

"Little bone, watch it. This is the last sword!"

The breath hidden in the body suddenly broke out. With the momentum accumulated by the three swords in front, it reached a peak at the moment.

The spirit sword slowly waved in his hand, but the space was distorted, just like waving on the water curtain, leaving traces.

"Do it!"

Chen Xiaoming's eyes want to fight. Mo Yan and others can't wait to die. Together, they take the lead in attacking Chen Xiaoming.

For a moment, several spiritual lights flew out of the sky, colorful and colorful.

The terrible mana fluctuation filled the sky, and the invisible pressure made the people below feel depressed from a distance.

"Master."

The mind is simple. I don't want to see the killing flower thousand bones. I shout in a low voice.

She doesn't want to learn any swordsmanship. She just wants the master not to get hurt and no one to die.

But above the sky, Chen Xiaoming's sword potential was still accumulated to the extreme, and a touch of purple appeared in his eyes.

In the next second, the wind and clouds surged, and the whole sky changed color. For a moment, it seemed to be dimmed, and there was no light in the world.

"God, why is it suddenly dark?"

"Another day, what kind of magic power!"

“……………”

The people below were frightened and frightened at the dim sky.

"I have a sword heart, which has been locked by dust and labor for a long time. Today, the dust is exhausted and the light shines on thousands of mountains and rivers!"

When Chen Xiaoming wielded his sword, it was as bright as the world. The dim sky was cut in an instant, and endless light fell, shining brightly in the world.

The attack made by Mo Yan and others disappeared under the light, and the sword swept across the world. Mo Yan and others saw a flash of light in front of them, and then their bodies gradually disappeared under the light.

"This, how is this possible!"

Mo Yan looked down. There was a faint aura flashing in his chest. Under the light, all the vitality and mana in his body dissipated and could not resist.

Not only Mo Yan was stunned, but Xiao Sheng was silent, and Ni Qianzhang and others were stunned. Looking at their dissipated bodies, they seemed to be ghosts one by one.

One sword, only one sword, their attacks were blocked, and their bodies were destroyed.

Fear, deep-rooted fear, everyone is unwilling and regretful.

The good leader is not right. He has to join the fun and do something.

Dying, Ni Qianzhang looked down at the neon sky below.

He died. What should his daughter do?

Although there are all kinds of regrets in my heart, it doesn't help.

"Hoo............"

The breeze floated, and in an instant, the world was bright. The bodies of Mo Yan and others turned into little fluorescence and scattered on the world.

"Gulu..... Gulu......"

It was silent, except for the sound of swallowing, but there was no other sound in the Changliu mountain below.

Everyone looked at the top in horror and looked at the determined figure above.

"No!"

The neon flashed across the sky and went straight up, but it was directly blocked by falling 11.

Looking at the crazy neon all over the sky because of the death of Ni Qianzhang, Luo Xi made a direct move and knocked it out.

Luo Xi looked up in grief. The master was killed. He was also angry, but he knew that rushing up like this would not help.

It's useless to be angry if you want to kill this demon.

Over Changliu mountain, a sword killed several people. Chen Xiaoming stepped out and came directly to Baizi painting.

"Baizi painting, hand over the Liuguang piano, I can play it long and leave a way to live."